My evening: Four episodes of
The Love Boat -- the only place where you see Suzanne Somers in a transparent tank top, John Ritter in drag, my hero Kristy McNichol kissing a Scott Baio zygote, Jimmie Walker being Jimmie Walker, Julie McCoy sparkling from cocaine afterglow, Gopher and Isaac still being cute, and Doc nailing all these hot babes. The crew knows every passenger and gives them each words of wisdom. People come aboard with problems and leave with solutions (Scientology?). The only person who got seasick was Charro and even that was adorable. She stayed in Doc's cabin, wink wink, with her nose job and boobs/hips in perpetual motion.
The show jumps the shark when Gopher and Julie fall in love. Sometimes that happens, though, when you're just so desperate and stuck in the ocean for ten days with a lot of really old movie stars. You turn to the first person you see (after three margaritas and some blow) and mess everything up.
Like that ever happens.
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